Building the Goat Palace

My Dad is working his butt off so that our Goat dreams can come true!!!!!!!!!
Arthur roamed around the garden without a leash most of the time the palace was being built. Because he is still bottle fed, he didn't do too much damage to the plants.  He did eat all of the low branches of the apricot tree, and most of the blueberries.  He also ate up a spiral geranium plant, but wouldn't touch the geraniums that I would like him to eat...that's ok though, because the cute factor is so high.
They built a fortress of a retraining wall.  The zucchini that I planted on the other side of the man-hole were started from seeds by my dad.  They managed to survive the construction.
The beginnings of the Palace!!!

When we decided to get goats, we knew that we would have to build a new retaining wall and terrace, a goat house, and a fence.  Johnny and my Dad (and our friend, Carlos) built the wall, but then Johhny had to leave for Croatia for 5 weeks.  My Dad is building the goat palace almost single-handedly.  Arthur was here to see it go up.  He spent his first nights in the house in a dog crate and then he moved outside as we realized that he was reverse-housebroken.  He would hold it in all day until we would let him in and then he would poop all over the floor.